Hello all! This is the second and final part to Misadventures in Babysitting. Thank you so much for all the great reviews—I got some very lovely encouraging reviews, and some equally awesome con-crit. As I said, this is the end of the story, and it is highly unlikely that I will ever write a continuation to it (not impossible, but really improbable.)

I want to point out that this chapter contains BOY/BOY and SHOTA situations. There is no sex, but there ARE sexual situations. If you don't like, please don't read.

I do not own Ciel, Sebastian, or Kuroshitsuji. Please enjoy and review. Also, if you liked this story, please read my other SebasCiel fic, "Till the Clock Strikes." Thanks, guys! =D

8:00 PM

"Ciel, it's time for your bath," Sebastian called, knocking lightly on Ciel's bedroom door. Presumably, the boy had been stewing in there for at least twenty minutes, but now he looked calm and collected as he stood in the doorway.

"Alright," Ciel said flatly.

"What pajamas do you want to wear?" Sebastian asked, pleasant as can be.

"Don't care."

Sebastian sighed and selected a set from the boy's drawer. Batman ones. Sebastian bit back a smile. Ciel marched into the bathroom with Sebastian following behind. As Sebastian set the black and yellow PJ's on the toilet seat, Ciel tested the water Sebastian had drawn. It was the perfect temperature, which annoyed Ciel, who'd wanted something to complain about.

"Is everything alright?" Sebastian inquired out of courtesy.

"Bubbles," Ciel mumbled softly.

"What?"

"Bubbles," Ciel repeated, "you forgot the bubble-bath."

"Right. Of course," Sebastian said, and this time he almost failed to keep the irritation from his tone. Ciel watched stoically as Sebastian added the bubble mixture to the tub. When the boy opened his mouth, Sebastian cut him off, "it is not too full now. I was careful not to add too much water."

Grudgingly, Ciel nodded and waved a hand to send Sebastian away. Sebastian repressed an eye roll and closed the door behind him. Figuring he had some idle time, Sebastian strolled back into Ciel's room, peering around with interest. In some ways, it was a typical rich boy's room, with cobalt blue walls, a canopy bed, and a fancy-looking computer set-up. Instead of sports posters on the walls, however, there were newspaper clippings of stocks, business, and articles on interesting or unsolved crimes. Bookcases were filled with James Patterson and Stephen King books, as well as old Edgar Allan Poe anthologies and Sherlock Holmes stories. A stuffed gray rabbit with a skull on its belly and an eye-patch sat amongst the navy silk cushions on the bed. Clearly, Ciel was something of a macabre child.

Sebastian drifted over to the bed, imagining Ciel sprawled out on it—naked. To district himself, Sebastian picked up the plush bunny to examine the blue satin ribbon around its furry neck. A wobbly hand had left a Sharpie inscription on that ribbon: Bitter Rabbit. Sebastian grinned. Next stop was the desk, where neatly completed homework assignments and global finance magazines sat in perfect stacks. There was a single framed picture on the shiny wooden surface: an image of a windswept Ciel on a beach in seersucker Bermuda shorts and nothing else. The boy's bare chest was tinged pink with sunburn and had a pair of peachy arms had wrapped themselves around it. The arms belonged to a beaming young blonde girl in a Hello Kitty bathing suit at Ciel's side. Sebastian identified her as Elizabeth "Call me Lizzie" Middleford, a girl in the neighborhood he'd babysat in prior weeks. More likely than not, it was her bitch of a mother who'd recommended him to Ciel's parents. Well, for that, Sebastian would have to either thank or kill the old hag.

Now, looking at the photo, Sebastian felt an odd surge of animosity toward the young girl. He'd found her obnoxious sure, and he hadn't exactly relished playing tea party with her, but this new-found hostility seemed uncalled for. Was Sebastian really that possessive over Ciel, some bratty kid he'd just met a few hours ago? Yes. Yes he was. Before he could think better of it, Sebastian slid the photo from the frame, folded it deliberately over Lizzie's image and slipped it into the studded pocket of his black jeans. Let Ciel make of that what he will.

"Sebastian!"

Speak of the devil.

The teenager looked briefly heavenward, then re-entered the bathroom. He really should have braced himself. Ciel was still lounging in the tub, blue-black hair shining with crystalline droplets of water. His chest and torso were propped up above water, and Sebastian could count the ribs under that unblemished, alabaster skin. One gazelle-delicate leg dangled over the edge of the tub, as though to deliberately taunt the dark-haired teen. Wreaths of bubbles shrouded the boy like snow drifts.

"What is it?" Sebastian demanded, and his voice was perfectly even.

"The bath oil," Ciel commanded, eyes still closed as steam swirled around him.

"There's a magic word, you know," Sebastian pointed out, quirking a brow.

"Bergamot," Ciel ignored Sebastian's suggestion and pointed at the lavender-hued cabinet near the tub. When Sebastian made no effort to move, Ciel flicked a heavy-lidded glance at him, "please."

Despite the lack of sincerity, Sebastian got the scented oil from the cabinet, took several steps toward the tub, and poured a generous amount in. Naturally, Ciel didn't smile or say "thank you," but the boy relaxed gratefully into the now-fragrant waters. The child seemed to forget Sebastian's presence completely as he took a bar of soap and lathered it between nimble hands. The teenager watched intently as Ciel massaged the bubbly solution over his exposed calf. Sebastian licked his lips.

"Why are you still here?" Ciel demanded, breaking through Sebastian's thoughts.

"I was just waiting to see if you had any other...needs," Sebastian replied smoothly. He let the double entendre hang in the air as he left Ciel for the second time. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to screw the snobby kid or stab him; possibly both, though the order was still negotiable.

After a few beats, Ciel sank down lower into the bubbles and muffled an extremely uncharacteristic giggle between his hands. Sebastian was just too much fun to mess with.

9:00 PM

"I want to sit here for the movie," Ciel said, chirpy with syrup-sweet false innocence. He had plopped down on Sebastian's lap.

Said movie was already playing on the flat screen—some schmaltzy Disney film that neither one of them cared about. Sapphire and ruby orbs were fixed directly at each other.

"Aren't you a little old for this sort of thing?" Sebastian retorted with fake nonchalance.

Briefly, cobalt eyes narrowed, but soon they regained their previous twinkle of mischief...of challenge. "Aren't you a little old?"

Sebastian didn't suppose there was an appropriate response to that comment, so he just flashed a billion-watt smile. You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, kid. Ciel really did remind him of a kitten then—a playful little creature, snuggled up on his lap. He wondered just how far Ciel was going to go. Sebastian got his answer a few minutes later, when Ciel began grinding experimentally against Sebastian's crotch. Obviously, the boy didn't have much experience with this sort of thing, as his movements were somewhat awkward and stilted, but damn. Sebastian could feel the firm, round globes of Ciel's ass through the suddenly-much-tighter fabric of his jeans.

"Do you like this?" Ciel asked, and his voice was warmer and more breathless than Sebastian had ever heard it, "Is it...turning you on?"

The words were clearly foreign in Ciel's mouth, and somehow that made them sound even sweeter. "Mm," Sebastian growled out his response, and the corner of Ciel's mouth flickered up in a lopsided smirk.

"Sicko," Ciel pronounced, and satisfaction was just barely audible in his now-disinterested tone. He hopped off Sebastian, planning to leave the sitter with embarrassment and sexual frustration, but two long-fingered hands shot out to grab Ciel's waist before he could slip out of range. A rush of breath went through Ciel's parted lips as he was tugged sharply back against Sebastian's toned chest.

"You didn't really think," Sebastian whispered huskily into the shell of Ciel's ear, "that you could get away with that, did you?"

Another one of those delightful shivers shot through Ciel, electrifying every one of Sebastian's nerve-endings. Adamantly, the boy said nothing, and Sebastian gave him no reason to. Certainly, the teenager didn't do anything further to Ciel—that would have been simply improper. Sebastian just held the child, feeling that porcelain-delicate body curved against him and letting Ciel's still-wet head soak the front of Sebastian's t-shirt. As the minutes ticked by, Ciel's initial squirming came to a stop and the boy slowly relaxed. He smelled like soap and sugared lemons—fresh, clean, and faintly sweet. Sebastian smiled as he felt Ciel's muscles un-tense. Gently, he began combing his fingers through the moist, blue-black strands of Ciel's hair, much the way one would stroke a cat.

9:30 PM

Ciel was feather-light in Sebastian's arms as the sitter carried his charge up the stairs. The child had fallen asleep right on cue, and Sebastian didn't know whether he was relieved, amused, or disappointed. He layed the child down in his bed—much too big for such a tiny boy—and thought of all the uses there were for such a bed other than the boring exercise of sleeping.

But Sebastian was nothing if not a dutiful sitter, and he wasn't about to ruin everything for himself by succumbing to foolish impulses. Still...it occurred to Sebastian that after tonight, he might never encounter Ciel Phantomhive again in his life, and it seemed a shame to waste such a perfect opportunity. So, brazenly, Sebastian dipped down to brush his lips against Ciel's own, effectively stealing the boy's first kiss. Ciel remained motionless, but for the second time that night Sebastian thought he saw the barest of smiles grace those soft little lips, and once again, Sebastian wrote it off as his imagination.

Now, Ciel, a part of you will always belong to me. Yes, Sebastian doubted he would ever be called back to the Phantomhive household; his little payback in the living room had likely displeased the boy, and the teen could tell that Ciel had those parents wrapped around his little finger.

What a pity, Sebastian thought, and he meant it.

10:00 PM

When Ciel's parents cracked the door to check on their son, Ciel pretended to be suddenly awakened by the commotion. With just the right amount of grogginess in his voice, the boy babbled to them about how much fun he'd had with Sebastian, and how cool the teen was. Rachel beamed, and Vincent ruffled Ciel's hair, telling his son to get some sleep. Ciel faked a yawn and obliged.

The child grinned into his pillow because he knew just who his parents would be calling the next time they went out. Tonight's game had been the most exciting yet, and Ciel couldn't wait to play with Sebastian again.